I am not a geisha.
I am not a gypsy.
I am not a French maid.
I am not a pixie.
I am real.
I am flawed.
I am plain.
I am raw.
If you need me to look a certain way
To paint my face
To grow my hair
If you want to dictate what I wear
Then you don't want me
You want a fantasy.
So go on
Move along
Follow someone else's scent
Through the throng
Of lonely men and women
All searching for more than they deserve.
I am content.
I am complete.
I am patient enough to wait
For someone to respond to me as I am
Without making demands
I have no desire
To meet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are perfect as is wonderful awareness